The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

The speaker casts time spent with the beloved as an enclosed, sensuous refuge—“a perfumed garden” in “dim twilight”—where ordinary life is suspended and feeling becomes vivid. The “fountain singing” suggests continuous, self-renewing joy, while the claim that only this person makes him feel “alive” elevates love from pleasure to existential awakening. The final contrast—others seeing angels, but he has seen “thee”—rejects conventional spiritual visions in favor of a human, immediate revelation: the beloved is sufficient as a source of meaning and transcendence. The diction (“thee,” “thou”) heightens intimacy and quasi-devotional reverence.